Open Window (OnHo) - Part 35

Apr 10, 2011 15:16



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Woahokay. XD So this chapter was interesting to write, as I did it in the car on the way home from a shopping trip. (talk about something awkward to write when you're among people.. well, you'll see what I mean. x_x)

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Even with the air filled with dark smoke, outside of the old building felt like paradise to Minho. He didn't realize until then how much he'd given up on escape. He barely registered the nagging pain in his torso from the still bleeding wound. He just breathed, watching the back of what he still didn't realize was Onew.

The person led him to a silver van, the door of which was already opened. The "woman" pushed him in through the door, and he climbed fast to the far side of the seat before he turned his head.

Before he got a good look at the woman, Taemin turned from the driver's seat. "Minho~." he looked worried, "Are you okay?"

"Fine now." Minho noted his neighbor's scratched and bruised face, but it was familiar all the same and he was relieved.

"Drive." Onew's voice said, before the woman had even fully closed the door. Taemin's attention was quickly back to the front, and the van pulled off.

Minho looked again to the woman, who jerked her hair off of her head and left soft looking messy brown hair. Minho blinked at her, who didn't even look at him.

Onew was ripping pantyhose off of his legs, snarling at the inconvenient article as he did so. Minho watched, vaguely fascinated. "Taemin? Onew? I think I'm seeing things."

"Oh shut up." Onew-woman told him, kicking his boots off so he could finish his violent removal of the hose.

The van was swerving, but not moving all that fast. Minho wondered why on Earth Taemin was driving, and was quite sure that Taemin had never done this before. But he left most of his attention to Onew. Finally, it was seeming to register with his tired and pain-filled mind.

"Onew? Are you crossdressing"

"Stay quiet." Onew demanded, probably more because he was embarrassed than because Minho really should.

"He totally is though." Taemin said, sounding like he might laugh.

Onew glared at him.

"Well, because he had to." Taemin quickly added, as if feeling the vampire's anger.

"You should be thanking me." Onew told Minho matter-of-factly.

Minho didn't argue. "Thank you." he said softly, although he chuckled after he said so.

"I said stay quiet." Onew growled, reaching behind himself to unzip his dress.

"I'm just happy." Minho said, and it was true. Emotion was overwhelming him, and he couldn't help the laughter that was suddenly escaping him. Apparently Onew began to understand, because his glare softened, as he reached to the very backseat of the van to grab a plastic bag.

"Taemin," he said, pulling out the kid's overly tight jeans he'd worn before. "Can you drive in a straight line?"

"I told you I've never done this before."

"At least speed up a little." Onew said, struggling to pull the jeans over his newly naked legs.

"I think I'm gonna hit something.." Taemin said nervously.

"Do you want to die?" Onew asked.

"Car accidents can kill." Taemin replied.

Onew sighed, straightening oddly in the seat in order to button the jeans beneath his skirt. "Jonghyun saw me." he said miserably.

"Jongie did?"

"Who?"

"Forget it."

Onew was kicking the dress off of his legs, leaving him only in Taemin's pair of jeans, and still way more makeup than he'd like to consider. He used the dress to start wiping at his face.

"Did you really have to dress as a girl of all things?"

"Well a fake mustache would have looked suspicious." Onew said bitterly, "It was the most convincing thing I could think of. Didn't I tell you to stay quiet?"

Minho laughed again, but cringed when he did so. He leaned back in the seat, still smiling despite the pain in his stomach. Then Onew crouched down in the small floor in front of him, putting his hands on his thighs. "Move forward a bit. Closer."

Minho shifted forward just a bit, spreading his legs around the vampire. Onew leaned forward over his lap, moving his hands up his shirt. Minho stared, his smile fading, but not because he was sad, for once.

Just confused. He'd spent all that time, somehow missing Onew, but he remembered - looking at him now - that it was still a new face to him. He hardly knew anything about the vampire. But looking at him made him feel so safe, and comfortable.

"Onew.." he said, softly.

Onew pushed his shirt up, gazing at the scratch across his stomach. "Don't freak out. Just hold still." he said.

Minho had begun to ask what he was going to do, when Onew closed the distance and ran his tongue over the scratch, which felt warm and tingly and way more sexual than he'd care to admit. Onew didn't stop though. His tongue licked up excess blood in long, slow strokes that made Minho moan and cringe.

"Onew... " he said in a moan, and fought to sound more normal before he finished, "Stop it."

"Relax." Onew demanded shortly, adjusting himself so he was further into Minho's lap, more easily able to access the traces of blood over his human's abdomen. Meanwhile, his chest was now pressing against an area that Minho didn't much appreciate.

Minho's face was bright red, and he bit his lip to try fighting the noises that threatened to humiliate him further. He wanted to say "that's enough", but he was rather too scared of how the words would sound.

When it seemed he'd licked most of the blood up, Minho assumed he was done, but instead his vampire pressed his mouth over the scratch and gently began sucking. Minho gritted his teeth, trying to shift back again from Onew, because it was just too weird that he was practically getting off on his blood being sucked now.

Onew just followed him back though, his chest remaining pressed against the growing bulge in Minho's pants, not that he seemed to notice - or even mind.

Behind the wheel, Taemin was as red as a tomato, trying very hard to keep his eyes on the road.

Click here for Part 36

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.. Only just now realizing after I posted this how convenient it was that I was on the road. Cause so were they! Yay? Uh-huh.. mmkay. hope you like. XD By the way, I'm at 26,809 words. eee!

s: open window, fw: fic

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